… I can never remember – is snake eyes good or bad? I think I’ll stick to poker in future. You know where you are with poker.
Anyway, I have. I’ve emailed the Rector offering – offering, no less, such a twerp and a jackass I am – to carry on as churchwarden for another year. No, I don’t know why. That is, I know the reasons and I explained them, but why I had a compulsion to do it right now, or at all without some serious grovelling by various good people, I can’t imagine. You can never say that I play hard to get. Round-heeled isn’t in it.
Anyway, she rang back within minutes – the Rector evidently spends her Sunday evenings, when not conducting a service, at the computer as I do. And said she has been praying that I’d make this decision. Oh thanks. That’s all I needed. An answer to a prayer. No, really, I’m not too good with all this religious stuff, which is probably the reason the deity, whatever it is, and I are on quite good terms. My God is a mildly cynical god, in a most loving and accepting way – actually, I’ve just thought of this, think of Cosi Fan Tutte. Mozart’s clear-sighted knowledge and acceptance of human frailty is … bugger. Sorry. It may be a Sunday but I’m not doing religion for anyone.
Afterwards, I rang the Fellow (on another subject) and told him – and also said that I had yet to break it to the Sage. Who was in the room but, for he is a polite Sage and doesn’t listen to phone calls unless they are his, not really listening. So let me tell him gently, in my own time. After all, the Rubicon is crossed and the bridges burned (I’m not sure that the one followed the other, but they sort of fit, if not actually historically) and he will be fine. He may not even notice.